The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

At this time, Bogdan Khmelnitsky finally woke up. He turned his head to the side, and saw Baohong, Shirko, Popovich, and his son standing in front of him.

"Warchief, you are awake." Seeing Bogdan Khmelnitsky opened his eyes, Vygowski bent down and said, "I have called in all the people you ordered me to call. But let's see you. With your eyes closed, I didn't dare to disturb you."

Bogdan Khmelnitsky nodded weakly. He motioned to Wigowski to help himself up.

Vice Wigoski did. He put two pillows behind Bogdan Khmelnitsky, in order to make the warchief sit more comfortably.

"I just had a dream." Bogdan Khmelnitsky said. His lips are chapped, and his voice is also a weak mosquito.

The four people on the side listened carefully. They knew that every word Bogdan Khmelnitsky said now might be his last words.

"Bao Hong."

Bogdan Khmelnitsky was the first to point to Baohong's name.

Shirko turned his face in Bao Hong's direction with a "swish". The Cossack was nervous, and he was worried that Bogdan Khmelnitsky would hand him the black staff representing the power of the Cossack chief.

Although the other people's movements are not as intense as Shirko's, they have the same thoughts in their hearts as Shirko's.

"Yes, Great Chief." Bao Hong replied.

Bogdan Khmelnitsky continued: "I dreamed of you. You, a Cossack eagle, led the group to highlight the Polish siege during my abduction by the Tatars, and then I found it. I, you said to me,'Warchief, this scepter is too heavy, you should hold it.'"

"At that time, you were the legitimate warchief of all Cossacks. I only acted when you were away. You are back. Of course I should return the black rod to you." Bao Hong said frankly.

"Yes, you are such a person."

After saying this, Bogdan Khmelnitsky turned his head to Shirko.

"Hirko." Bogdan Khmelnitsky called.

"Yes, Warchief."

"Hilko, I still remember the reply you wrote to the Ottoman Sultan of Turkey, it was a hearty curse."

Then Bogdan Khmelnitsky began to silently recite the full text of the reply. Especially when I read that Shirko said that the Ottoman Turkish Sultan was the one who worked in Babylon, repaired cars in Macedonia, and played horse urine in Jerusalem. Fuck the goats in Alexandria, go up and down the Egyptian pig harbours. The slacker of Armenia, the thief of Podolia, the gangster of Tatar, the executioner of Kamayanit. You are the silly X of the underworld, the idiot in front of God, the grandson of the evil snake, the one from Laozi, the nose of your boar, the **** of the mare, the mongrel dog from the slaughterhouse, the unwashed forehead When he was young, even he himself laughed.

Of course Shirko also agreed with a smile. But he couldn't help thinking, what Bogdan Khmelnitsky was all about right now and what he meant.

Or maybe it didn't mean anything, Bogdan Khmelnitsky was just cherishing the past.

After talking with Shirko, Bogdan Khmelnitsky turned his head to Popovich again.

At this time, Bogdan Khmelnitsky, who was seriously ill, became paler after saying so many things. On the side, Yuri begged his father to take a break, but Bogdan Khmelnitsky refused.

"Popovich, my good brother." Bogdan Khmelnitsky waved at him.

Popovich hurried forward. He knelt on his knees, and firmly grasped Bogdan Khmelnitsky's weak hands with his two big hands.

The Cossack had tears in his eyes.

"Yuri, please give it to you." Bogdan Khmelnitsky only said this to Popovich.

Popovich choked. Although he didn't speak, everyone could tell that this man would use his life to complete Bogdan Khmelnitsky's final request.

Shirko's heart "cocked". He realized that Bogdan Khmelnitsky was the only one who left God alone. He quietly glanced at Vygowski again, but saw that the clerk was still looking as usual.

"Don't we come in, the warchief has been solitary to the fellow Vigo Vicesky?" Shirko thought.

When he wanted to, Bogdan Khmelnitsky entrusted Yuri to both Vigowski and Popovich to be the safest.

"Yuri."

At this time Bogdan Khmelnitsky called his son's name.

"Father, I'm here." There was a cry in Yuri's voice.

Bogdan Khmelnitsky stretched out his other hand, the hand holding the black staff.

"Yuri, you swear in the name of God: From now on, you will treat your four uncles like me. Rely on them and protect Ukraine." Bogdan Khmelnitsky said.

"I swear, father." Yuri said.

Bogdan Khmelnitsky waited for Yuri to finish speaking. He stretched out the black staff to Yuri without waiting for the four of them to react, and he gave the great chief's staff to his son.

All this is in Bao Hong's eyes. He was so angry that he couldn't help himself.

The rumors became reality, and Bogdan Khmelnitsky really wanted to break the tradition and pass on power in his family from generation to generation.

"Khmelnitsky! Cossack's tradition, the chieftain is elected by election, have you forgotten it?" Bao Hong questioned.

He did not care that Bogdan Khmelnitsky was now a warchief, and that he was dying.

"Bao Hong, pay attention to your tone, you are talking to the warchief." Popovich saw that Bao Hong was so rude, he brows his eyebrows and accuses loudly.

But Bao Hong is not afraid of even thousands of troops~www.wuxiamtl.com~, how can he be afraid of Popovich's threat?

At this time, Shirko took a step forward quietly. He was showing that he and Bao Hong were on the same front, and he was also protecting Bao Hong to prevent Popovich from suddenly violent and wounding.

Taking time off, Shirko also glanced at Vigowski.

Originally, Shirko thought Vigowski must be on Popovich's side at this time. But the clerk kept a certain distance from the two factions in the quarrel, as if he was on his own.

This is a bit interesting.

"Cough!" Bogdan Khmelnitsky coughed violently.

It can be said that Bao Hong's reaction was completely in his expectation.

"Bao Hong, do you think I let my son inherit the throne for my own selfish desires?" Bogdan Khmelnitsky leaned over, and he put his hands on the edge of the bed to support the balance, and then confronted him like a tree. Bao Hong asked, standing upright like a poplar.

"Isn't it?" Bao Hong sneered.

"Of course not." Bogdan Khmelnitsky shook his head in disappointment. At this time, he was quite like a brilliant luthier lamenting his lack of music.

"I am for the unity of the Cossacks." Bogdan Khmelnitsky said.

Then, he did not allow Bao Hong to interrupt, and said to himself: "Bao Hong, you should understand that you, Shirko and Vygowski, the three of you have a high reputation among the Cossacks, and both A group of supporters. When I was alive, you were in awe of my unity. But once I pass away, no matter who of the three of you is in charge, the other two are bound to be worthy of each other. Worse still, of you. It is not a personal grievance, but a difference in philosophy. At that time, the contradictions cannot be reconciled, and waiting for the Cossacks will be a civil war."

Bao Hong was speechless.